A most profound meeting

Eluthain closed his eyes, feeling the wind on his face. The sounds of birds chirping, the idle chatter of the humans in the city. The men had celebrated of their 'victory'. Eluthain meditated on his actions, what he'd done earned him the respect of the soldiers in the city. 'I was rash... ' Eluthain thought. 'Sir elf?' Eluthain opened his eyes and turned to the guard who spoke to him. 'Yes?' 'The steward will see you know' Eluthain sighed with relief, this is what he was waiting for all this time since he arrived at the city.

He followed the guard up to the throne room, saying nothing. He had to think clearly. 'Lord Elendil, Eluthain the dauntless is here' Eluthain kneeled and said 'Lotesse marth deno' lle, lets come directly to the point shall we?'...

Elendil raised his hand. "Very well Eluthain the Dauntless. I have heard many things about you. What do you seek?"

Eluthain smiled 'Its not what I seek, its what YOU seek' Eluthain stood up 'The lady gave me orders to aid you' He grabbed a scroll from his weathered coat 'Here, read it. You'll understand'

Elendil takes the scroll from Eluthain's soft hands. Elendil then reads the scroll, eyeing it word for word. He then takes his gaze off the parchment. "Hm... I see you came here to aid me in my fight against Mordor. Very well Eluthain... I see how calm and collected you were back there." Elendil then remembers something. "I do require your help actually. I need you to go to Osgiliath and seek out Beregond. I need to speak to him as I haven't heard from him since the victory." Elendil gestures toward the ruined city.

Eluthain nodded 'Alone? or with a small scouting party?' In Elendil's eyes he saw that he was worried. 'Something troubling you, Lord Elendil?'

Elendil moans for a brief second. "It is just my back... hurts me every now and then. Got it at Ithilien from an ambush when I was younger. My face scar I just recently got from an Uruk-Hai named Vraal. He has been in my mind for sometime. I have also felt an uneasiness ever since I left Osgiliath. Go there with 50 of my men." Elendil points to a small band of Ithilien Rangers.

Eluthain looked very closely at Elendil, spotting his necklace. 'Where did you get that?'

Elendil touches his necklace with certainty, "I got it from an elf long ago. Never caught her name. She was so beautiful... as beautiful as the morning dawn. It gives me Elven qualities such as enhancing my swiftness and speed. It has served me well..."

'Her name is Gwynned... My mother...' Eluthain had signs of sadness, then he sighed and said 'i'll go to Osgilliath and report back to you'

Elendil, shocked by Eluthain's statement, gives Eluthain leave with the scouting party.

The meeting hall's doors suddenly opened for a figure. It was Pierre. He walked towards Elendil, and bowed to him. "M'lord!Any orders for me?"

Elendil, expecting Pierre's arrival, raised his hand. "I require you and your men to scout around Ithilien. I need some intel in the region. Could you do this for me?"

"I want you to take about 100 men to scout Ithilien. And send Janos with the other 100 to scout Rohan. I need intel around the two regions. Do not fail me Pierre..."

"You can count on me, sire!" Pierre grinned hoping there would be filthy orcs and goblins for him to kill.He left the hall abruptly, after bowing to Elendil, to organise the troops.

Dividing the army was no easy task. Ithilien was a fair country of climbing woods and swift-falling streams with gentle slopes. Rohan was a land of pastures and lush tall grassland which is frequently windswept.....Plans will be made in the next few hours......